Devil Me Angel You

A pitchfork that I hold The devil's son or so i'm told Heaven will not have me Fire and Brimstone This... a neverending Hell of reality Come as you are An angel in flight immortal superstar Playing with his Minions delight Soft and cuddly Smiling in flight Feather of the air Those wings have not been earned But the "man" does not truly care The goodness that is you but think, those colors will show them true False believers cannot hide from his eye This is the word quoted directly from the sky I have been portrayed as soft of the weak Heaven only wants the strong instead of the timid meek My lines across the face have marked me to Hell banished without so much as a trace Left behind to plead my case I AM HIS TOO!JUST AS DESERVING TO STAND AND TAKE MY PLACE BESIDE HIS(OR HER)ARM Devil's minion wants to keep me imprisoned A fate to be scorched As you,"his Children" sit and make MERRY with the Heavenly Torch Life may not be fair as decedence is decreed more important up there At least through these eyes The innocent no longer applies OUT OF TIME Lucifer commands MICHAEL,YOUR SOUL IS NOW MINE!! This poem is done Evil taking its place Satan laughs delight It has gained another face